My mom hits us because she doesn't have a punching bag
while my father drinks the dull days and nights away
and while my parents argue
my brother fucks every girl in town
and my sister calls her dealer
I stay in my room
trying to take in everything and try to figure it all out but i can't
I cry myself to sleep
and question all the people around me
my whole world spins around
and my therapist tells me it'll be alright.
but thats only because I don't tell him anything
I don't tell her about my abusive mom
or my alcoholic dad
or my std filled brother.
or my drug addicted sister.
I just tell him
"I'm fine, I'm just stressed, don't worry!"
So the appointment will go by quicker.